Conan looked at the painting again and suddenly noticed some writing on the back. He turned the painting over and saw a string of strange numbers and some ancient characters written on it.
“This might be the key to unlocking everything,” Conan said.
Just then, Conan's phone rang. It was Ai Haibara calling. "Conan, during my investigation, I discovered some clues related to the painting you have. It's said that this painting is a symbol of an ancient organization that has been searching for a way to control the global economy, and this painting may hold crucial information."
Conan put his phone on speakerphone so everyone could hear.
“Controlling the global economy? That’s insane,” David exclaimed in surprise.
"It seems we need to unravel the secrets of these numbers and words as soon as possible to stop their conspiracy," Conan said.
Conan carefully examined the numbers and text on the back of the painting, discovering that the text appeared to be an ancient coded language. Recalling his previous research in cryptography, Conan attempted to crack the code.
After some effort, Conan finally cracked part of the code. It turned out that the numbers represented a geographical location, while the text was a clue to enter that location.
"This place seems to be on the outskirts of the city, in an abandoned factory," Conan said.
“Then let’s go take a look right away,” David said.
So, Conan, Ran Mouri, and David left the villa together and headed towards the abandoned factory in the suburbs.
By the time they arrived at the abandoned factory, it was completely dark. The area around the factory was eerily quiet, save for the occasional chirping of insects.
"It feels eerie here. I wonder what's waiting for us inside," Ran Mouri said.
Conan took a deep breath: "No matter what, we must uncover the truth behind this conspiracy."
They cautiously entered the factory, which was filled with a pungent chemical odor. Various dilapidated machines stood around, appearing particularly eerie in the darkness.
Suddenly, all the lights in the factory came on, so bright they could barely open their eyes. Once their eyes adjusted, they saw a group of people in the factory, led by a masked man.
“You’ve finally arrived. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time,” the masked man said.
"Who are you? Why did you orchestrate all of this?" Conan asked.
"Who I am is not important. What's important is that none of you are leaving today," the masked man sneered, then waved his hand, and the people behind him surrounded Conan and the others.
A fierce battle is about to erupt. Will Conan, Ran Mouri, and David be able to defeat these enemies and uncover the truth behind this massive conspiracy? Everything remains to be seen. Conan, looking at the enemies before him, secretly vows to stop their insane plan and protect world peace and stability.
Conan quickly surveyed his surroundings, searching for a possible opening. He noticed a staircase on one side of the factory leading to the second floor, suggesting he might be able to use the terrain there to fight off the enemy.
"David, find a safe place to hide. Ran, let's retreat towards the stairs and use the stairs as an advantage to fight them," Conan said.
Ran Mouri nodded and, together with Conan, retreated towards the stairs, fighting as they went. The enemies seemed professionally trained; their teamwork was excellent, and their attacks were methodical. But Conan and Ran were not to be outdone. Ran's karate proved incredibly effective in the confined space, constantly repelling the approaching enemies. Conan, on the other hand, used his intelligence and agility to find openings in the enemy's attacks and launch counterattacks.
During the battle, Conan notices that one of the enemy soldiers appears to be their tactical commander; whenever this person issues an order, the enemy's attacks become more ferocious. Conan decides to eliminate this person first to disrupt the enemy's strategy.
"Ran, I'll go take care of the guy in charge. You hold off the others for me," Conan said.
Ran Mouri kicked an enemy away forcefully and said, "Okay, watch out!"
Seizing the opportunity, Conan charged towards the commander while the enemy's attention was focused on Ran Mouri. The commander, seeing Conan approach, tried to dodge, but Conan was too fast. He lunged forward and struck the commander in the abdomen with his elbow. The commander doubled over in pain, and Conan seized the opportunity to subdue him.
Without command, the enemy's attack became chaotic. Conan and Ran seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack, driving the enemy into a retreat.
The masked man's face turned extremely ugly upon seeing this. "You brats, you've ruined my plans!" he said, pulling a gun from his waist and pointing it at Conan.
"Conan, watch out!" Ran Mouri shouted, then rushed towards the masked man.
The masked man pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew towards Conan. At that critical moment, Ran Mouri leaped into the air, shielding Conan with her body. The bullet grazed Ran's arm, and blood immediately flowed.
"Ran!" Conan was extremely anxious. He looked angrily at the masked man, his eyes filled with rage.
"You bastard!" Conan shouted, then charged towards the masked man without regard for the danger. The masked man fired again, but Conan skillfully dodged the bullets with his agility.
Just as the masked man was about to fire his third shot, Conan rushed in front of him. Conan kicked the gun out of the masked man's hand with force, then punched the masked man in the face, sending him crashing to the ground.
Conan quickly picked up the gun and pointed it at the masked man: "Now you can tell me about your conspiracy, right?"
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